#Third eye health

[blossomdivinefinewine]

Channeled Messages

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[starlet-sky]

[histhoughtslately]

Are you ready? I am…

[a-path-by-the-moon]

[aberfaeth]

most important part of weed is of course the traditional emergence of latent psychic abilities and the usage of those psychic abilities to pass on crucial precognitive advice and healing energy to like seven or eight random guys until you get tired of the bit

[i-eat-mold]

AHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS STOPPING YOU FROM TAKING A SHOWER AT 11 PM OR GETTING DRUNK ON SCOTCH ON A WEEKDAY NIGHT OR CUTTING YOUR OWN HAIR OR DOING ALL OF THOSE AT THE SAME TIME

I had a religious experience today my dudes

Ok point is. You’re young and learning how to live. Who says you can’t do stupid shit? I’m sure there is a reason why responsible adults don’t do these kinds of things and that there are very obviously good reasonings behind it. And what? Fuck around and find out yourself. Sure, you’ll have a terrible hangover on a school night but you know what? You went ahead and did a stupid fun thing instead of rotting in your bed feeling miserable. You can tell your little cousins about the stupid things you did in your late teens. Do it for the plot, do it for the consequences, do it because it’s better than being dead. “I stole private property signs and brought a flask of rum to school with me for my birthday” will make a way better story than “mushrooms thrived in my lungs because I couldn’t stumble out of bed.” I have those days too. It’s fine. You can’t control what you feel, but you can control what you do. The space between all the things that will ever happen to you outside your control is for you to shape and morph however you wish. Fill it with bad choices and ridiculous memories.

I’m still not completely sober so I’m probably making no sense. Not like I do when I’m sober anyways.

Weird art!!

[kalkydra]

woe is me post again sorry but i'm like mourning all the stuff i would love to read but just. can't. having brain damage sucks 👍

[ghoulsencyclopedia]

Bay Leaf

Associations:

Open Mindedness

Learning

Manifestation

Innovation

Learning

Self Awareness

Protection

Cleansing

Divination

Properties:

Anti Inflammatory

Antibacterial

Respiratory Aid

Digestive Aid

Stress Reducer

Heart Health

Correspondences:

Sun

Cancer

Solar Plexus, Third Eye

Yellow, Green

Feminine

[flownwrong]

expectations (a due south fic)

F/K, 1.5k words, additional tags: first kiss, stupid phone conversations, drama over a duffel bag

I'll tell you what I told ao3:

"My writing hit a wall a while back. To deal with it, I decided I'd write the only way I can now—short fic I can seat-of-my-pants in one day. A piece for each ship/fandom/idea where I have wips or thoughts that I can't make into actual works. This is the first one.

Thanks to @nigeltde-fic for dragging me down with this ship, and generally being a champion. <3”"

read on ao3

Maybe it really is a damn Groundhog Day type situation. Only twice as boring and nobody gets the girl, like, ever.

One thing he never pictured when he thought of the after-fraser-life, which he didn’t do very often, or, well, maybe he did, but he didn’t like doing it, point being—one thing he didn’t imagine was that it would be the same. As in, poof, never happened, must have daydreamed it, off you go, Stanley, play well with the boys.

And, well, it isn’t really a never-happened kinda deal, because Fraser, he just lives in a pocket in Ray’s head now, twenty-four-literal-seven, like friends do, you know, or something close. And what with Vecchio and Stella fucking off to Florida and Frannie doing her thing all while they were still doing the big adventure stuff, between all that it’s hard to not notice the change. But other than that—it’s the same job, the same desk (his desk, The Kowalski Desk), the same bottle in the cabinet above the sink and the same—the inside of his head is the same, too, giving him trouble like always.

The way they left things—if that’s even what happened, left things, huh—it’s not what he feared. Not what he expected, either—and it took him many, many frozen-through adrenaline-drunk days to put a finger on it, that there was an expectation. And now back here, it’s like one of those tip-of-the-tongue moments he’s so familiar with, only with that expectation; it circles him all predatory with every lonely shuffle around his dance-apartment-floor and every stupid late night reruns session and every finger of drink he takes with that, and then it wafts away on the wind, leaving him feeling like he missed a step and twisted his ankle. Which is kinda stupid, when you come to think of it, since it looks like all his worst-case scenarios solved themselves and left him with a cushy little offering while he was playing explorer, and wasn’t that what it was all about.

And maybe it wasn’t, because Fraser calls, like he does, which floors Ray a little every single time for reasons he can’t even begin to articulate, he calls on a Friday and brings him up to speed on Dief’s aversion to the nearest Tim Hortons (nearest being a few hours’ trip to Yellowknife) because quote he says it’s cheating and Chicago ones tasted better and frankly it’s insulting end quote and how you pay and pay and pay and how he fixed up the cabin now and the second bed is new and really much better than the one Ray had to deal with up there, he made sure of that (felled the best tree he could find, Ray wagers), and Ray finds himself nodding and humming and gripping the stupid station handset, knuckles gone white, biting his cheek, hell if he knows why, not like his smile could do any damage at this point. “There isn’t a waiting list for that bed, is there?” he says, no reservations worth stopping for. And, “no,” says Fraser, and there’s that expectation, clarion as you please, ten-four, roger that. “Greatness,” Ray says, and hangs up, and does a little shimmy he’s not even ashamed of.

And then Fraser doesn’t call for three weeks, in which Ray is very productive, managing to vent drunkenly at Turtle who looks so unimpressed Ray thinks he actually hears him sigh, pack the bag, unpack the bag, consider terminating the lease, call in with Welsh then come in anyway, chase the latest case into almost three whole days awake and get sent away by Welsh anyway once the Bonnie and Clyde of small-time food truck GTA are locked up, pick up the phone roughly thirty-seven times, put it down thirty-six, and that last time, Fraser picks up and calls out for him softly and he’s too much of a chicken to do it back. Where exactly they tripped in a dance Ray felt resonate in his bones, he can’t guess.

Week four, Fraser calls, only it’s Ray’s doorbell that rings this time, and he picks himself up faster than he would the phone.

“Fraser,” he says first, then swings the door open, “Frase,” gripping his wrists way too tight, “what in god’s name was that—scratch that, don’t say, one thing it was is not buddies.”

“I don’t see what you mean, Ray,” Fraser says, and it’s supposed to make him angry, this far in, only this time Fraser is wrapped up in a soft green-gray flannel instead of the red walking coffin and he has his beat-up bag and the stupid hat on, so even Ray can see through the reflex of it. Fraser tugs gently at him. “Ah, Ray, if you could just let me put my bag down—thank you kindly.’

“You do, Frase, I know you do.” He lets Fraser’s wrists go for half a second it takes for the bag to thud onto the floor—other side of the threshold, damn it—and not a moment longer. “Did you come to stand outside my home and bullshit me?”

“Yes. I mean, not for that, no, but yes, I forgot about—oh, darn,” he says and tugs one hand free to take his stetson off, which is how you know, if you’re Ray, things are afoot. Big things. Momentary events in history. So when Fraser steps one foot in and leans back against the doorjamb and pulls him near—with hands snaking under his arms to land just below his shoulder blades, one half of a hug not yet given, a freakish way only Fraser would go with, which fires Ray up instantly, heat flooding his face like a punch he has to close his eyes against—when that’s done, Ray can find his mouth blind he’s so ready.

“You’re off,” he mumbles, because Fraser is the one with eyes open and he still landed somewhere around where Ray’s lips turn into his cheek, and then only corrected half an inch down, catching the corner of his open-eager mouth.

Fraser presses a kiss there, with intent. “Not,” he says, and then, then he hits the bullseye, fucking A, bingo, job done, you get a sticker—or a mouthful of tongue, because that’s faster where they stand.

“Momentous,” Fraser says into Ray’s hair, some breathless minutes later, and Ray says, “wha—’ and Fraser says, “you said, or rather mouthed, something about momentary events, if my memory serves—well, it must, it’s only been three minutes. I suppose you meant momentous, given the context.”

“Jesus, Shakespeare, come the fuck in, what do I have to offer to get you both feet inside.”

Fraser straightens but doesn’t move an inch to displace Ray where he’s giving him the second half of a hug. “Well, Ray, I didn’t mean to stay, per se.”

Ray disentangles them and tugs at the lapels of Fraser’s really very soft shirt, whenever he’s grabbed those, huh. He blinks once, twice, and thinks about how many bottles he will have to get for that cabinet now, because fucking hell. The bastard didn’t even have the courtesy to rub at his eyebrow, so to him it all makes sense somehow. He looks down and frowns.

“What’s with the bag?”

When he looks back up, Fraser smiles, an honest to god I’m-back-in-ten-foot-snow-and-alive-again grin, eyes kind of superglued to Ray’s face. “Promised Dief to get some of those Chicago donuts, which are, apparently ‘the right kind’.”

Ray steps back, shoves at Fraser’s chest, no way-like, and folds in two with laughter. Fraser looks at him all affectionate, and the absurdity is so familiar it gives Ray a headrush. Or maybe that’s all the wheezing he's doing.

“A bag? A whole bag of donuts?”

Fraser gets this look where his eyes get all liquid and light, and now that Ray’s got the manual he knows that translates to scared and hopeful in downright unhealthy measures. “I didn’t count on being back to Chicago soon.”

Ray can feel he’s doing the superglue thing now, too.

Fraser clears his throat. “Oh dear. Unless—I didn’t mean to presume, it’s only that on the phone—”

Ray cuts him off in a voice that’s too rough to seize the reins of, so it will probably break in there somewhere but it’s all a-okay now, isn’t it—says, “You’ll have to get in here, Frase. I think I’ll want some pants with my donuts, and I’m now in the bag-unpacked phase—uh, anyway.”

He heads inside and hears Fraser shut the door and toe off his boots. 

So maybe there was no tripping after all. Just Fraser and his insane moves Ray always learns, dancing skills be damned. Good thing he isn’t Bill Murray—would be awkward to explain this to the girl.

[aethyrmazz]

Overactive Crown & 3rd Eye Chakra

When you have an overactive Sahasrara/Crown chakra and Ajna chakra/ 3rd eye you become susceptible to sickness of the mind. This is why spiritual gifts are often written off as mental illness. They can easily spiral out of control if you don't have the proper skill to ground yourself in reality. For example...

People with an overactive Crown chakra often experience existential despair. These people may have psychotics breaks and dissociate, or experience dissociative seizures if the mind is unable to handle the sheer vastness of the universal energies flowing in. If you have experienced having an overactive Sahasrara you may have "delusions of grandeur" ; a "chosen one" complex, a sense of being separately and uniquely "special" or uniquely "enlightened".

The Ajna Chakra is a little different as it governs intuition, perception, and inner vision that gives you the discernment to see beyond illusion. When overactive it causes a sort of psychic flux to occur, or abnormal discharge in other words. So your intuition is running wild hungry cheetahs. This will quickly cause one to become overwhelmed, with mental overactivity, from constant stimulation. The lines between intuition and delusion become indistinguishable, which can get even more tricky if you're someone who trusts yourself more than anyone else. You will become overwhelmed by visions which you'll need to proper wisdom to interpret. People with an overactive 3rd eye may also become very paranoid. Unseen energies, sylphs, and hidden truths are everywhere, but you may start to see them in places they are not.

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[blossomdivinefinewine]

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[multidimensional-views]

Stuck Is Not Game Over

Even on our best days, we’ve all hit the feeling of plateauing.

We always want more and who’s to say we’re not deserving of it? Not bound to be gifted the results we’ve worked so hard for?

All those restless nights and early mornings, yet, has anything changed?

It’s not uncommon and it’s not selfish, it’s human nature.

Maybe you can find this feeling something to relate to, or maybe you passed this phase already.

But we’ve all been here.

We have all thought to ourselves, “what am I doing with my life?”

People say your 20s is for figuring it out.

But, do we ever?

What if our goals to success do not pertain to one source of potential, but plentiful. What if the reason we seek satisfaction when doing what we thought was meant for us, is because there is no one thing that’s meant for us.

Maybe we’re meant for more.

Sure, I like to write. Just the same as I like to cook, to swim, to host gatherings.

Maybe I’ll be an author, or a chef, or a party planner.

Or maybe I’ll just continue doing everything I like because it brings me peace. Brings me joy.

And love.

Feeling stuck is just that- a momentary surge of anxiety that feeds your inner demons because your worst enemy is not that in which you cannot obtain.

It is yourself.

You decide what your limit is. You decide what you want. You decide what will stop you from getting there.

It is not you vs. life.

It’s you vs. you.

Feed your soul. Feed your mind. Feed your body.

Do what makes you smile because actually, life is beautiful and you have the time you have right now.

Being stuck can be a beautiful thing because you realize all along what you’ve always been made of:

Infinite possibilities.

[orion-sage]

Third Eye Opening

Unlocking the Third Eye: Transforming Health and Perception!

Opening the third eye, often associated with the concept of spiritual awakening and heightened awareness, is believed to offer a range of potential benefits, including some that can positively impact one's physical and mental well-being. Here are three of the most important benefits often associated with opening the third eye:

1) Improved Immune System: Opening the third eye is thought to enhance the body's overall balance and energy flow. This can lead to a strengthened immune system. By promoting physical and mental well-being, a balanced and healthy body can better defend against illnesses. The reduced stress and increased vitality associated with third-eye activation may contribute to a more robust immune response, helping the body to ward off infections and diseases more effectively.

2) Enhanced Vision Beyond Reality: Opening the third eye is often linked to heightened perception and intuition. It's believed that an open third eye can grant individuals access to deeper insights, greater clarity, and a broader understanding of the world around them. This can lead to improved decision-making and a deeper appreciation of life. It's not so much about literal vision but rather seeing beyond the surface, gaining insight into one's own life and the interconnectedness of all things. This expanded perspective can provide a profound sense of purpose and meaning, reducing anxiety and stress.

3) Reduction of Brain and Psychological Diseases: The practice of opening the third eye is often associated with meditation, mindfulness, and other techniques that promote mental well-being. Regular meditation and other mindfulness practices can reduce stress and anxiety, which are known to contribute to various psychological and neurological conditions. By maintaining a calm and focused mind, individuals may experience a reduction in the risk of developing conditions like depression, anxiety disorders, and even neurodegenerative diseases such as Alzheimer's. The balance and harmony achieved through third-eye activation may contribute to an overall improvement in mental health.

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